The Mask is a blanket that shields us from our insecurities. It disguises our worst flaws and attributes from even the people who love us most. The Mask is our protection, and when it’s removed, we’re completely vulnerable. The Mask allows us to have multiple identities. This gives us the advantage of using whatever face society’s willing to accept. The question I ask myself: Is the mask protecting me from the world? Or is it protecting the world from me?
Mask on Looking out of my glass home The surface is what I scratch on Trying to dig deeper And grab something I’m abnormal Got a notepad that I dab on To make a mad song Reflecting upon my past About to self-destruct Inside of this classroom Mask on I’m watching the world just pass on There’s nothing but trouble Around these parts They're doing (beep) drugs in the bathroom Try not to react to them Keep a straight face Get my act on Trafficking, my dad’s gone You wouldn’t know that 'Cause my mask on Crossroads, think my path wrong Should I turn around or keep going forward? This déjà vu, it’s a maze I do This sound the same as my last song Crash course Life colliding with passion Task force, straight jacket on They’re bringing me to my actual home Imagery See it vividly Disturbing the way my words Create the turbulence Emergency landing Put your mask on. I’m the captain when I write Scribbling lyrics in the afterlife The wordsmith with a gift and a trapdoor So much English I need a backboard.
He's faceless Brace yourself for the changes Eyes of somebody dangerous Devil grabbed me by my ankles I’m dangling Nightmare from Wes Craven When the day ends I'm crazy. You crazy? Now you're speaking my language We're both lost in translation Bill Murray with Asians I'm faceless. I'm faceless. I done forgot what the (beep) myname is Reach down and grab my ink pen Brace yourself for the changes This feels like military training I'm faceless.
Son of a creator Dad's a carpenter I'm a painter Rearrange your Face with a piece paper Gotta love the mind of a laser Line them up and aim my thoughts To you I'm a stranger But really I'm the son of the Creator Sunrays are Shining down on the face of a stranger I'm faceless. Take this. When the bass hits nobody can save you Darth Vader with the art paper You in a songwriting contest With a tornado Crossfaders going back and forth Left and right See the lightning and wind is my friend When I strike with the pen Lift trailer parks up Rip them apart See the debris start spinning A metaphor when my CD starts spinning It's all venom, gotta keep my momentum It's all rhythm. Dear Heavenly Father, we're all sinning. No Bible, we're hiding from your religion Forget to raise our babies, too late Now they're all women. Sirens, gun violence, we're all killing. You're the pilot, the driver That identifies our itinerary Where we're headed You said it in your book of rhymes It's all ending.
Secure your own mask before helping others. Ithink of us, all the people, and the masks we wear, the masks we hide behind and the masks that reveal.
What a beautiful nightmare Pains in my sight, yea Love doesn't fight fair Eyes of somebody That's done been through it all I done been through the falls Trials and tribulations Got a bunch of skeletons I been collecting them all Pile them up inside the closet Lean them against the wall All these demons I keep seeing Wish they'd leave me alone Put my mask on and join them Got a team full of horns This the new version of me I don't feel free anymore All this hate circulating Got the evilest thoughts All I see is the dark Write my way out of the maze All I see is the art It's like I'm feeding the sharks. Welcome to The Mask This is Nash This is my autobiography. Trapped inside of four glass walls Take my mask off All you see is fire in my eyes And my skin starts dripping As it leaks from the pencil Write my pain away. This is Training Day This is my release valve. This a beat down This is self-defeat now. As I try to go to sleep now Can I breathe now? The Mask. No love over here. Such a negative environment There's drugs over here. No hugs over here. Just fighting, animosity They got it out for me Raise my velocity Pain brought it out of me. Ask me where it comes from? I'm numb from it Family dying in front of me Feel nothing from it. What am I becoming? No emotions. Turning into a ghost.
I imagine people pretending to be what they truly are, and discovering that other people are so much more, and so much less, than they imagined themselves to be, or present themselves as. And then, I think about the need to help others, and how we mask ourselves to do it, and how unmasking makes us vulnerable. We are all wearing masks. That is what makes us interesting. These are stories about those masks, and the people we are, underneath them.
The Mask is a blanket that shields us from our insecurities. It disguises our worst flaws and attributes from even the people that love us most. The Mask is our protection, and when it’s removed, we’re completely vulnerable. The Mask allows us to have multiple identities. This gives us the advantage of using whatever face society’s willing to accept. The question I ask myself: is the mask protecting me from the world, or is it protecting the world from me?
Every month is a blank canvas